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You may be wondering why I signed up for 24 hours of driving with my grandparents...
Shortly after my grandpa, J2, had a stroke he was making the annual pilgramage south via airplane when disaster struck. He shit his pants and ever since has refused to get on an airplane, understandably so. Luckily he is doing better - sharp as can be. Now, we take turns driving them to their winter home.
But whether or not they really needed me, I wanted to go. They really are great. I got out of that car after two full days of driving energized and giddy because I had been laughing constantly. I’m truly grateful I had the opportunity to be their chauffeur.
